For daisydumont

Thinking of you and the loss of Gerry. Today, this photo recalling a moment on Lake Huron. And something I read in Heaven's Gate, by Mark Doty:

After the last breath—no struggle, no grasping at life, the easiest of leave-takings—I swear I had the clearest image of Wally leaping free, as if he'd been so ready to go, as if some space had opened in the wall behind his head and that he'd simply leapt out through that space. Which was not a space at all in the literal sense, but rather a possibility, a shift in the quality of being from the ordinary life of the room.

You are one of LJ's great hearts and you will be well. To anyone reading, spare a moment to send forth thoughts of comfort, a prayer, whatever you will. Here it is raining, and I'm going for a walk.